02-03-2006, 08:52 PM
Thanks Gero.
Not a problem. Keep your eyes open. You've got the premonition thing? Use it.
Naturally.
Gameplay was explosive. As soon as the first monosyllabic word was formed, players from both sides threw themselves at the balls and did their best to grab and hold them. Krillin was the farthest from "combat" (if it could be called that), but his position was not enviable. It was his job to make sure that all shots toward their goal were blocked in any way possible. But instead of being a soft sissy ball, the balls in play were similar to bullets and cannonballs, according to size. Neither one of those coexisted too well with a body. Not at high speeds anyway.
Fighting was common. Each side lashed at one another as best they could, hoping to sling the balls one way and keep them from the other. Krillin, unfortunately, was not offered the best position for viewing things like this. Nothing was really going on in his corner.
For a split second, that changed. One of his opponent's managed to gain control of a large ball and throw it in his direction. Krillin's depth perception kicked in just as his adrenaline began to flow. Gradually, it grew larger and larger. He threw two ki blasts, but each of them missed. Realizing the magnitude of the weight and momentum, he knew better than to simply try to catch it. He instead bolted straight for it, and at the opportune moment, kept himself parallel with its path and bolted towards its destination. He reached his hand up and felt his hands grasp the metal.
He had it in his hand, now he had to do something with it. He arched his body upwards, spun around in a lazy circle, and eventually gained control of the metal ball.
Zarbon!
When eye contact was made, the ball was put back into play. Hopefully Zarbon would have the presence of mind to sling it towards the opponent's goal. With both of their powers combined, the goalkeep would have a tough time stopping this particular ball.
The whole process took about seven seconds, but he realized that even this was far too long to be away from his goal. Speeding back towards its not-so-safe confines, he waited for further action.
((OOC: Hope I did this right.))
Not a problem. Keep your eyes open. You've got the premonition thing? Use it.
Naturally.
Gameplay was explosive. As soon as the first monosyllabic word was formed, players from both sides threw themselves at the balls and did their best to grab and hold them. Krillin was the farthest from "combat" (if it could be called that), but his position was not enviable. It was his job to make sure that all shots toward their goal were blocked in any way possible. But instead of being a soft sissy ball, the balls in play were similar to bullets and cannonballs, according to size. Neither one of those coexisted too well with a body. Not at high speeds anyway.
Fighting was common. Each side lashed at one another as best they could, hoping to sling the balls one way and keep them from the other. Krillin, unfortunately, was not offered the best position for viewing things like this. Nothing was really going on in his corner.
For a split second, that changed. One of his opponent's managed to gain control of a large ball and throw it in his direction. Krillin's depth perception kicked in just as his adrenaline began to flow. Gradually, it grew larger and larger. He threw two ki blasts, but each of them missed. Realizing the magnitude of the weight and momentum, he knew better than to simply try to catch it. He instead bolted straight for it, and at the opportune moment, kept himself parallel with its path and bolted towards its destination. He reached his hand up and felt his hands grasp the metal.
He had it in his hand, now he had to do something with it. He arched his body upwards, spun around in a lazy circle, and eventually gained control of the metal ball.
Zarbon!
When eye contact was made, the ball was put back into play. Hopefully Zarbon would have the presence of mind to sling it towards the opponent's goal. With both of their powers combined, the goalkeep would have a tough time stopping this particular ball.
The whole process took about seven seconds, but he realized that even this was far too long to be away from his goal. Speeding back towards its not-so-safe confines, he waited for further action.
((OOC: Hope I did this right.))
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